The Box

You want to put that point to your skin And feel the pain rushing out Instead you put the pen to the paper And scribble what your emotions shout Pain from the past never goes away When your mind is set in constant replay And how that everyone is sick of hearing you cry You stuff that pain in the box you hide The sides are bursting The bottom is worn From all those loves, dreams, and hopes which were torn It weighs so much and sits on your mind So times of relief aren't easy to find Your box won't last much longer, this you can tell Because all the tape and bandages aren't holding up too well You want to empty it, and throw it out But sadly enough, you don't know how What you do know is, the box holds all your pain So when the walls collapse, how will you stay sane?